The character, poise, and strength of the heart, makes others weak in the knees,

It's much more than pride, yet it's taken in stride, as the workers take to the air,

to fill in the sky, and awaken the eye, to that which had never been there.

In all of mankind, it's so hard to find, a job so pure to the soul,

where all of the strain, is everyone's gain, and completeness is everyone's goal.

Maybe a School, maybe a Hospital, perhaps it's a Church we must build, 

It's not just the jobs, but the grace that is God's, that continues as the buildings are filled.